He sat in his torn clothes; legs huddled against himself, on the dank concrete floor of his current inhabitants. Being alone, with only the company of the occasional sewer lizard, gave him quite a bit of time to think. He thought of the many secrets he knew, so many that swirled around in his head, becoming jumbled and mixed, one leading into another until most were no longer coherent. So many lies, so many losses, and all because of secrets.
He barely held himself together these days, hiding amongst the aged feces and urine of over eight million people, trying to work towards a better future, all while his mind was being pulled every which way, torn between the green monster that allowed him to have an arm, and his original self that had seen so many lies. Living in the dark, not able to see his son, slowly going insane, that was the price of secrets.